The Soup by Picasso 1902-1903 New Poem 1256

Poverty and hunger are bedfellows.~ The Poet~ Alluring, pleading Yet it will burn, Pangs of hunger Immanent yearn. Desperate child So forlorn For the poverty To which she was born. Minds meant to be astute, Mental distortion So destitute. The steaming broth Humbly offered, No wrath for their plight No relief in sight The bounty so meager The child so eager The brushstrokes in blue Setting the scene A feeling to subdue, With empathy pains The artist explains. She surges forward, hands raised. Using hues to convey the mood. Begging for some food. Depicting the sign of the time. It’s far from fine.